Chapter 62: Life or Death

*Layla* 

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down and think rationally. I scanned my surroundings, looking for anything that could help me escape. The thugs beside me both relaxed their grips, thinking that I was no threat. 

And then, I saw it–a small, jagged piece of metal protruding from the seat in front of me, likely broken off from the frame during the struggle.

With a surge of adrenaline, I lunged forward, grabbing the metal shard and plunging it into the thigh of the thug on my right. He howled in pain.

I didn't hesitate. I threw myself at the door, my fingers scrabbling for the handle as the other men shouted and cursed behind me. But the door wouldn't budge–the child lock had been engaged, trapping me inside.

Desperate, I turned back to face my attackers, the metal shard still clutched in my hand. The man I had stabbed was writhing in pain, his blood staining the seat beneath him. The other man beside me grabbed me once again.